Historical records record: the party item "each surname is a tribe, the big one is more than 5,000 horses, and the small one is more than 1,000 horses".

"The vulgar is still armed force, there is no order, each is a livelihood, and if there is a battle array, they gather together, without endowment, and do not interact with each other. shepherd yaks, sheep, and pigs for food, and do not know the walls of crops."

That is to say, the early party members were not engaged in agriculture, depended on animal husbandry for clothing, food, and housing, had no written calendar, counted the years with the withering of plants and trees, worshiped the gods, and were cremated after death.

The party members are still martial and brave.

People of the same clan must help each other, and when they are hurt by foreigners, they must take revenge, and before revenge, they must be unkempt and barefoot, and abstain from eating meat until they kill their enemies, and then they can return to normalcy.

Furthermore. The party members also particularly advocate white, so they call themselves "the big white country".

Through the collection of books by King Shanshan and Murong Xin, Yang Shuang learned that in fact, the party members were only a branch of Xiqiang, and they belonged to the same Xianbei as the Murong family.

It's just that the Murong family became khans and lived an emperor-like life, while they still lived the days of a primitive society.

According to the memory of later generations, Yang Shuang's cognition of the party item only stayed on Li Yuanhao in Western Xia.

Wearing armor, the group hurried to the south gate.

There was a crowd of people outside the city, and it was indeed overwhelming, and the number of people was almost impossible to count.

Because according to the regulations of the army, most of the sentry cavalry are based on the flag or the colonel of the military formation, and after speculation from previous experience, the approximate number can be estimated, after all, addition, subtraction, multiplication and division are not so simple at this time.

However, the party army was in disarray, more chaotic than the ranks of bandits and bandits.

Donkeys, oxen, mules, horses, everything that could ride was sent out.

According to the method of counting displaced people, it is estimated that there are no less than 10,000 people!

At the front of the team, there was even a man with a nose ring that made Yang Shuang smack his tongue and rode a black wild boar.

The dark-skinned one is more flavorful than the old black and the old Kunlun.

The main thing is that this group of people is all dressed in white animal skin linen!

Uncle, did you come to cry and mourn in a group?

Yang Shuang opened his mouth to ask, but found that he didn't know the other party's language.

After hesitating, Murong Yong had already carried the iron spear and rode out of battle.

"Yang Shuang, hurry up and dedicate the city, or wait for the Wutu barbarian army to cover up and kill, and you will all die under the iron hoof!"

"Yo? Isn't this the second Mu Lao among Murong San's fools? Your grandfather and I are not dead yet, why did you find so many professional actors to cry and mourn? Oh, by the way, it is estimated that you, a crude and unheard dog, must not know what an actor and a trick are! Yang Shuang said, looking at the party members behind him, he didn't look good, but he was taken aback in his heart.

Damn, aren't you teasers invited by monkeys? Why do they all show their hateful eyes of killing their wives and husbands?

Lao Tzu is attacking Tuyuhun, what do you primitive tribes do?

Yang Shuang still wanted to complain, but his heart moved, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He doesn't seem to have much to do with the party members, but this is limited to him, not the soul!

Hemp eggs!

Yang Shuang scratched his scalp and felt a little rushed.

"Revenge!"

"Revenge!"

"Revenge for the Great Shaman!"

Hey?

Murong Yong didn't open his mouth, and the party members behind him roared wildly.

Although most of Yang Shuang couldn't understand it, a few of them shouted in Turkic language!

There are many types of Turkic languages.

For example, he used the western Turkic language of Tush to talk to Apo, and although both sides could understand it, it was limited to some words, and he needed to guess the meaning of the other party.

If he had a conversation with the Eastern Turkic Sha Boluo, it was estimated that the two of them would not be at the same time as the horse's mouth, and they would not understand what the other party was saying at all, so it would be better to use Chinese to be real.

And now, among the party members, there are actually a few Turkic languages in the Altaic language family!

In other words, they have some connection with Apo!

"Stop!"

Yang Shuang doesn't want to carry the pot, let alone the pot that I don't know who threw it out!

However, there was a mixture outside the city, and Murong Yong seemed to be a little weak-hearted, so before Yang Shuang continued to shout at the top of his voice and say hello to the black man riding a pig, he rushed up with four or five hundred people carrying the ladder under his command.

As soon as he moved, the excited primitives behind him also screamed.

Rope throwers, pole supporters, and even big slingshots, ready to launch themselves.

Yang Shuang looked at it in a cold sweat.

In the era of cold weapons, primitiveness does not mean backwardness.

You don't see Zhuge God's expedition to the Southern Barbarians, although he won, but the soldiers and horses under his command are also gone, and it is miserable.

The more primitive the tribe, the more difficult life became, and in order to survive, they have honed their hunting skills to the extreme.

Like now.

Seeing the enemy attacking, the sword and shield men raised their shields to resist, and the archers shot through the broken wall battlements.

However, before a round of feathered arrows could be fired, the slender branches of the trees on the opposite side had already been shot with great accuracy.

Unlike feathered arrows, these branches are very hard, and the teeth on the sharpened heads are even painted with dark brown oil paint.

Poisonous!

Yang Shuang didn't have time to remind, so he pressed the two archers beside him under him.

The sword and shield soldiers in the rear, who had no time to dodge, were immediately shot in the shoulder.

Bang dang!

The battle shield of more than forty catties slipped down in an instant and smashed on Yang Shuang's helmet, and the sword and shield soldiers were a little stunned, "General, your hands are numb!" ”

"Don't talk!"

At this moment, Yang Shuang thought of Miao Jiang's poison, and hurriedly recruited the sorcerers who traveled with the army in the rear.

"General Hui, it seems to be a sweat medicine made from a mandala!"

"Sweat medicine? The kind that will make you unconscious if you drink it? ”

The corner of the sorcerer's mouth twitched, "No, it's made of mandala flowers!" However, the one used by the other party is highly poisonous, and it seems to be mixed with snake venom and scorpion venom! ”

"Can it be saved?"

"It can be saved, but it is not easy to save, this expedition, we only brought three gourds, and the liquid in them was consumed before, and now it is estimated that it is not enough for the whole army. As the saying goes, the bell must be tied to the bell, and this poison can only be forcibly removed by relying on baicaoling, and cannot be effectively treated, I am afraid that it will damage the spleen and stomach of the soldiers. ”

Baicao Ling is the name given by Yang Shuang to the liquid in the gourd, although these three words belong to pesticides in the future, but in this period, it is indeed a spiritual creature turned into a hundred herbs.

At the moment of conversation, hundreds of people had fallen to the ground on the city, and Yang Shuang was relieved that the party members did not shoot endless arrows.

The poisoned soldiers were carried off the city wall for treatment, and the rest continued to defend.

After two rounds, the primitives began to prepare for their respective performances.

Xihai Castle is not very tall, and the rammed earth walls are only five meters high.

The siege of the city was blocked, and Murong Yong, who did not use all his strength, also retreated with a team that only lost a dozen people at this time.

In the crowd of party members, hundreds of lean men rushed out, each carrying a wood-splitting knife, and in the cold weather, barefoot and bare backs only surrounded the crotch of a circle of animal skins.

Each of them held a six or seven meters long empty bamboo, accelerated and sprinted from a hundred meters away, braved the feather arrows shot from the city, and when they ran to the side of the city wall, they supported the corner of the wall with bamboo poles, and their arms were forced, go you!

This scene is really shocking to Yang Shuang.

The bamboo pole was bent into an arc as soon as it was pressed by the momentum, and the lean man at the top continued to exert himself, and the bamboo pole was pressed to the extreme, and it bounced suddenly, bouncing the person weighing only 100 catties into the air.

At this point, these lean men had jumped to a meter high on the city wall, and their bodies moved forward with momentum, standing firmly on the defensive "turtle shell" paved with shields.

Yang Shuang's face was green and numb, this action was simply more standard than pole vaulting in later generations!